...Soft as winnowing plumes of Sleep: Yaffles on a chuckle skim Low to laugh from branches dim: Up the pine, where sits the star, Rattles deep the moth-winged...glare. Enter these enchanted woods, You who dare. Such preeminently was Wordsworth, who, in no fanciful mood — for fancies were not characteristic...

...Soft as winnowing plumes of Sleep: Yaffles on a chuckle skim Low to laugh from branches dim: Up the pine, where sits the star, Rattles deep the moth-winged...glare. Enter these enchanted woods, You who dare. Such preeminently was Wordsworth, who, in no fanciful mood — for fancies were not characteristic...

...Soft as winnowing plumes of Sleep: Yaffles on a chuckle skim Low to laugh from branches dim: Up the pine, where sits the star, Rattles deep the moth-winged...jar: Each has business of his own; But should you mistrust a tone, Then beware. Shudder all the haunted roods, All the eyeballs under hoods Shroud you...

...anffyddlon. Here the snake across your path Stretches in his golden bath : Mossy -footed squirrels leap Bach has business of his own ; But should you distrust a tone, Then beware." Soft as winnowing plumes of sleep . . Yr ydym yn byw ar ffln datguddiad : cryna canwyll ein llygad...